Hey guys :) so once I finished writing this chapter I realised it was over three times longer than the other ones so I have split it into two parts :) enjoy. Also any feedback is greatly appreciated

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Chapter 4: Meeting Loki (Part 1)

(Molly's POV)

We got through customs quickly with Sherlock being unusually quiet. I wondered what he wanted to tell me, it looked like it was something quite important... My thoughts were stopped in their tracks by Sherlock pointing out the man who was giving us a ride. The ride was quick and over before I knew it. I got out of the car and looked up at the skyscraper as Sherlock collected our bags.

I walked in STARK Towers with Sherlock and immediately look around in awe, this place was huge! The lady at the reception showed us to our room and gave us a rundown of the rules, but Sherlock had immediately snapped into work mode after he saw the interactive computer with all the files on it. I listened carefully trying to take in what she was saying but mostly all I could think was I was in New York with Sherlock alone! I was actually here! This wasn't just a dream or something.

The receptionist left after explaining how the computer worked, though Sherlock basically had the hang of it. I looked around our lounge again, it was amazing! I couldn't believe we had a room in Stark Towers. I started to walk around the room taking it all in, though it appeared Sherlock had no intention of doing that as he was already muttering to himself something about a portal. I took a quick look at each of the rooms noting that there was one bedroom with a double bed.

"Sherlock, there is one bed, so one of us is gonna have to sleep on the couch." I called out to him

"Yea, yea, I will sleep on the couch" he said absentmindedly. I walked into the lounge to find him absorbed in the plans already after only ten minutes here.

"Are you sure? Cause I can stay on the couch if you want, cause that might be too much of a hassle for you with your work and-"

"Molly can't you see I am trying to work on a case?!" He yelled snapping me out of my nervous state.

"I think I will go grab us a coffee each" I muttered and walked out of the apartment. I took the lift down to the lobby, wondering what Sherlock's problem was.

I asked the receptionist for directions to a good coffee place and she said there was one just across the road, down the street a bit.

I said thanks and walked down the street still thinking about what happened in my mind. I know John said he would get uptight on a case but this is a bit ridiculous. I don't think I have ever seen him this mad. What is making him so-?

My thoughts were cut off by someone tackling me onto the sidewalk and a car zooming past where I was standing a second ago. Was I really so distracted that I didn't see the car? Thank God this person saved me.

I looked up and saw a tall, dark figure holding out his hand to help me up. I accepted his offer and he pulled me to my feet, except he pulled a bit too hard and I nearly fell over again. At the last moment he managed to wrap his arms around my waist, supporting me. I looked up at his face and muttered thanks while blushing madly. I looked up at his face and saw him properly for the first time, he was very handsome with long dark hair and great cheekbones, and in fact they were almost as nice as... No don't think of him. There is a perfectly nice guy in front of you and he saved your life! You don't need to think about Sherlock, you have no chance with him.

I was about to open my mouth to ask this handsome stranger for his name, when I am whisked away and heard someone say

"What do you think you are doing?" I pushed in front of Sherlock and said

"Sherlock don't worry he's fine. He just saved my life in fact!" A look of recognition crossed Sherlock's face.

"He wouldn't have saved your life! That's Loki, he's the one who stole the Tesseract. He's evil!"

"No he's not Sherlock! I told you before he saved my life. Now why would he do that if he was evil?" I asked

"Because he was planning an attack on the city. If you got hit by the car you would ruin his plan"

"That's not true! I know it! He's a good guy, just misunderstood!"

"You hardly know him! And it's not like you have good taste in men! Remember 'Jim from IT'?" He said putting quotation marks around the words as if they proved my taste in men."That has nothing to do with this and you know it!" I said as tears were clouding my vision and walked over to Loki grabbing his arm "Come on Loki let's go!" I walked away with Loki ignoring Sherlock's apologies and words of abuse. I turn the corner onto the next street, barely making it until I started to punch a wall.

How could he say that about Moriarty? He knew that Moriarty managed to manipulate him as well!

"Argh!" I yelled frustrated at the world

"Hey calm down" I heard a voice say. I looked up and saw Loki looking at me with ... Was that... Compassion?

"I'm so annoyed at Sherlock! How could he say that about you? And bringing up 'Jim from IT' was just cruel!" I yelled and Loki grabbed me pulling me away from the wall.

"Come on, we don't want you to hurt yourself." He said and held me as I tried to fight against his surprisingly strong grip. Eventually I gave up and collapsed into a pile of tears in his arms.

"Hey it's ok" Loki said rubbing my back comfortingly. Even though everything was falling to pieces and I knew nothing was ok, I started to feel slightly better in his arms.

"Come on let's go. I have a place down the street where we can get you cleaned up and patch up those wounds." He said pointing at my hands, I looked down and saw blood all over my knuckles from where my hand collided with the wall.

He took me back to his place; got me all patched up and gave me his bed to sleep in. I was immediately out to it as soon as my head hit the pillow. But one thought still lingered in my head.

Why would Sherlock do that?